"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
There's not full smut in this chapter, but going forward there will be some steamy sessions so if you're not comfortable skip 👀
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"I don't know just yet." Kailani shrugged as Alisha leaned against her locker, watching her friend switch out books before the glee club. "I mean, he's doing okay, but he's on a drip and as long as he's taking better care of himself. He should be okay."
"Good. Good." Alisha nodded, smiling at the good news regarding Burt Hummel's return to the living and functioning back in the safety of his home.
"Hey, Lime." Sam called to the girl with a grin, winking at her as he passed by the two. "See you soon!"
"Do your homework, Lemon boy." Kailani laughed, sharing a smile with Sam as he walked off down the hall in the direction of the choir room, turning back to her locker and frowning when she met Alisha's questionable look. "What?"
"Whoooo's that?" She asked.
"Oh, that's Sam. He's on the football team." Kailani explained, unbothered by the question.
"The boy calls you Limes?" Alisha questioned.
Kailani hummed, grabbing her leather journal and closing the locker. "I call him Lemon Boy because of his hair." She giggled, looping her arm with Alisha as they began to walk towards the choir room.
"Cause that totally makes sense."
"Says you."
"Whatever." Alisha laughed, bumping her hip with Kailani's as they walked. "So, Quinn gotta let you cuddle with me or do I need to beg Santana to my house again?"
"Maybe you and Quinn should spend more time together." Kailani sent her friend a look. "You guys haven't hung out much after she moved back out. I need my best buddies to be okay buddies at least."
"Oh, god." Alisha groaned. "Me and Blondie have a love-hate relationship. It's better that way."
"Let's get a little more love over our hate." Kailani said, unlooping her arm with Alisha's and letting her slip inside the choir room first as the black girl groaned and let her best friend take her hand and drag her towards Quinn.
Kissing Quinn's cheek, Kailani yanked Alisha down in the chair directly beside her girlfriend, taking the other open seat on the other side as Quinn pouted.
"What is this? I object." She questioned the different seating, as Alisha rolled her eyes.
"Your bruise board wants us to bond." Alisha shrugged. "We could handcuff together for 24 hours, but I know that's too kinky for you, Miss Vanilla." She smirked, lulling her head to Kailani and motioning to her make up cladded neck with a soft chuckle. "But youuuu, however."
